Σ τ α λ α γ μ ί τ η ς

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a small orifice
with a stalagmite
is this a cave?
i ask and then
desire boils in
my head, i have
to enter, guilt is
born, this is not
mine, but owned
by someone else,
i dream of red
cherry inside my
tongue, ahh, i must
reason out in order
to forget, this is
nothing but a
speleothem;
purely nothing
but calcium
carbonate.

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